Lois Wants To See Her Bred

The projector clicked. A different recording.

Mara de la Cruz was shorter. The further end of the table had been cranked up, so that her big ass was in the air. At just the right height for a pounding.

Hands started to massage the Latina's big fat ass. Spreading her cheeks apart. Her eyes were on the screen in front of her, and Lois couldn't see her toes. The reporter noticed they were white hands, thin and frail, and they sunk into those meaty cheeks and spread them out. A dorky looking young man with glasses buried his face in her ass, lapping at her cunt. Lois could just see the knob of his cock, standing stiff, at the bottom of the frame.

"That's not the same guy as before," the reporter said out loud. She could feel herself sweating, her shirt wet and nasty around the collar, the armpits. Her bra was starting to chafe, underboob sweat dripping down, getting trapped there, the elastic digging in.

"She wanted this one. One of those shy, quiet types from class. The one that would never make a move on her. They both dreamed of something like this. I made it happen for them." Angelica told Lois. There was a pause as they watched his quiet worship, the way her thighs quivered. Then he rose up, his skinny cock trembling with need.

"I'm going to take my shirt off," the dickgirl said. "Do you mind?"

"Not at all," Lois replied. She didn't look back, but heard the shuffle of fabric.

The reporter could count his ribs as he thrust his mushroom tip into Mara's cunt. She was angled downwards, so that when he did finally burst inside her, all the cum would flow down by her cervix. Lois found herself wondering what happened after and before that. Did they give them ****, to help the women ovulate, or lower their inhibitions? Did they keep them in that position, letting the sperm soak in? Maybe they kept stimulating them, bringing them to orgasm after orgasm after they were tied into position, letting all that jizz soak in one climax at a time.

On impulse, the reporter took off her own shirt and unclasped her bra. The air was still hot and still, but she did feel a little cooler without the clothing on, and her bra at least wasn't biting into her breasts. She always felt oddly natural without her clothes on...like clothes were just a habit that people developed and got used to, but when you were naked you remembered how you were supposed to be.

On-screen, Mara was mouthing something. The camera panned back, catching more of her face. It was flushed, and Lois could tell that the Latina was moaning. It had only been a few moments, but his pounding had reached a frenetic level of desperation, each slam of his hips sending shockwaves through her meaty ass. Until, almost expectantly, he seized, his whole body going stiff, dick plunged to its utmost inside of her.

Mara de la Cruz was inseminated before Lois Lane's eyes.

But it didn't stop there.

A hand, an arm, covered in a shoulder-length black latex glove spread his buttocks. He bared his teeth, and Lois saw his own cheeks spread, the wet-looking fingers slipping into his ass.

"She wanted it all," Angelica breathed. "Every drop. He was willing to do it, for her. And, I think, it wasn't the first time he'd had something in his ass. She wanted to feel what it was like, just like on screen..."

"What was she watching?" Lois found the question came to her automatically. On-screen, Mara's babydaddy shook as his prostate was poked and prodded, forcing the last bit of sperm out of him and into her waiting cunny. She felt a stirring inside her pants, and absently rubbed at her crotch. Her pants were feeling very tight and hot, the waistband soaked with sweat, itchy...

"She was watching Tonya Wong being bred. Tonya, she had something very specific in mind...if you want to see it..."